Kidnapped

tags: M/f, non-cons, prostitution, rape, anal, first, oral, piss, torture, snuff

 

disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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I waited nervously in line along with the rest of the girls. It was strictly forbidden to talk among ourselves, so I didn't even know their names, or how they got here, but I suspect they would have told the same story as me, and that filled me with sadness.

For the hundredth time in the day, I wished I could wear anything else besides my panties and high heels, but they wouldn't let me. Like me, the rest of the girls were mostly naked, and what little clothing they gave us was more decoration than anything else. I hugged myself, trying hard to stop myself from trembling, but it wasn't easy. There was no one ahead of me, and I was then next in line.

Then the door opened, and a small blond girl came out, looking frightened. She walked fast to the end of the line while the rest of the girls looked at me with pity. I swallowed hard, tasting the cum of the last man that had been with me, and then I walked through the door.

The room was small and windowless, with only a single couch against one wall. In it a bald man dressed in an expensive suit was sitting casually, checking his phone. When I entered he looked at me with a nasty smile in his face that made my blood freeze, but I knew better than to hesitate.

I walked towards him, trying to smile as he leered at me. When I was just out of his reach, I stopped, resting one hand on my hips.

“Hi mister. My name is Lizzy!” I said with fake cheerfulness.

Wanting to get it over as quick as possible, I turned around, showing him my ass and then continued turning until I was looking at him again. I felt humiliated as I was forced to show him my body, but after a month here I knew the consequences of disobedience.

“Hi Lizzy. Why don't you come a bit closer?” he said with a smile.

Trembling, I moved closer as he got up from the couch. He was much taller than me, and when he stood in front of me my eyes barely reached his chest. Taking one of my hands, he made me turn to one side as he grabbed my ass, pinching it until I jumped. Then he fondled my breasts, laughing as I stood paralyzed in fear.

Terrified, I dropped my eyes to the floor, but he grabbed my chin and then pushed my head up until he could see me eyes. Running his hand against my face, he moved it towards my mouth and then he pushed my lips apart, inspecting me like one would a horse.

Then he noticed the brackets on my teeth and he started laughing.

“Ohhh, you will do, little bird. You will do just fine.” he said as panic overwhelmed me.

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As the summer started I decided to look for a job as a babysitter to help my mother. We both lived alone, as my father had left us when I was little, and her measly salary never seemed to be enough.

I quickly realized that it wouldn't be easy, since most people wouldn't want an underage girl to take care of their kids, but I applied to every post I found online, and eventually one called back. After a short talk over the phone, the woman told me to meet her in an apart hotel, as they were living were living there while they finished working on their own house. Happy at being given a chance, I told her I would be there that same afternoon.

Once in the hotel, I asked for her room at the reception and one of the bellboys took me up to her room. I knocked on the door, waiting nervously, and a moment later a beautiful brunette opened the door. She smiled deeply, and after telling me to call her Maria, she then told me to come in.

“So, Lizzy, it's a pleasure to meet you! Was it hard to find the hotel?” she asked me as she took me to the kitchen.

I sat on the table as she made us some tea, glad that she was so friendly. While the water boiled, she sat in front of me, and took my hands into hers.

After telling me to relax she started asking me questions, like if I had prior experience with kids. When she asked me my age I hesitated, knowing that when she found out that I was only 15 she would tell me to go, but I didn't want to lie to her. I was relieved when she told me that wasn't a problem, and then asked me a few more things. I told her I was doing this to help my mom and that it would be a surprise since she didn't know anything.

I felt really at ease with her, and the more we talked the more I liked her, feeling as if I had known her for years.

“Mmmmm� well, I really like you Lizzy. I am going to give you a chance. What do you say we start today?” she said, and my heart skipped a beat inside my chest.

After thanking her for the opportunity, she gave me a cup of tea and then she told me her kids would be back in any moment. Suddenly feeling nervous about so much responsibility, I sipped my tea slowly until I started to feel a little tired. Then I started yawning, and she asked me if I was feeling okay. I nodded once, thought the movement sent the room spinning. The last thing I remember is her, taking the cup of my hand, telling me everything was going to be okay.

When I woke up again I was naked and tied to a bed, my arms and legs stretched to the corners. I started pulling from the ropes, desperate to escape but I was still too weak. I closed my eyes, trying to clear them but I couldn't focus on anything and the room I was in was blurry and full of shadows.

The door opened a minute later and a man entered. I tried covering my breasts, ashamed that he could see me naked, but the ropes held me firmly. My mouth felt dry and pasty when I asked him for help, but he ignored me.

“Please! Help me!” I begged him as I tried to make out his face.

Then he started undressing, taking his shirt and his pants and dropping them on the floor. I watched with horror as he stood naked next to me, his cock standing straight between his legs. He sat on the bed, as I struggled to move but I was paralyzed. With one hand he started caressing my head, running his fingers over my hair as I trembled.

He sat like that for what felt like an eternity, until my vision cleared enough and I saw his face. He was smiling as his eyes looked at my naked breasts. Terrified, I started screaming but he clamped his hand around my neck in an instant, squeezing so hard that I felt my throat cracking.

“Shhhhh, no one can hear you, Lizzy.” he said coldly.

A moment later, he released me. I started crying as he climbed on top of me, refusing to believe what I knew was about to happen.

“No! No! Please, I beg you! Let me go! I won't say a thing, but please just let me go!” I pleaded to him, but it was useless.

He laid himself between my open legs and I felt his cock on my pussy. Desperate, I pulled from the ropes again until I felt them burning my skin, but I didn't care. I had to get away. Over me I could see him taking his cock in one hand as I felt his stinking breath on my face. Then he started laughing and I realized that I had peed myself, as urine ran down my pussy and my ass.

“Ahhhh, dirty girl, I like it!” he said mockingly.

Holding himself up with one hand, he rubbed his cock against my pussy. I was too terrified to realize I was dry, but he must have know. Moving the tip from side to side, he pushed my lips apart, and then he moved his hips forwards, burying himself inside me.

I screamed in agony as his cock entered my virgin hole, stretching me open. Dry as I was he had to push with all his weight until he was grunting from the effort, and I could feel the friction inside me. Then I gasped, unable to breathe from the pain, as something popped inside me.

“Yessss!” he screamed above me as he broke my hymen.

It felt as if he had shoved a hot knife inside me, but he didn't care. He started moving his hips, fucking me dry and pushing me against the bed as I wailed in agony under him.

His face hung above me, a mask of lust and hatred that terrified me. I screamed until my throat was raw, and then I kept going. When I closed my eyes I felt his mouth next to me and a moment later he kissed my mouth, burying his tongue inside me. I tasted of beer and cigarettes, a flavor so strong that I started gagging.

“Ungrateful little twat!” he said as I coughed in revulsion.

A moment later his hand returned to my neck, pressing my throat until I couldn't breathe anymore. I looked into his eyes, pleading for mercy with my eyes as I felt tears running down my face. For a moment I was afraid he wouldn't let me breathe again, and my face became hot and bloated. Afraid I would die, I thought of my mom, seeing her face inside my head.

Then he released me and I was finally able to breathe again. His hand started fondling my breasts, pinching and pulling them until I was screaming from the pain. But my voice wasn't the same, and every time I talked a dry raspy sound came out, feeling me with even more fear.

“Hmpf! Hmpf!” he grunted above me as he kept pounding me.

My pussy felt sore and hot, and my hips started to hurt with each trust. I looked away, feeling disgusted, but he grabbed my hair and pulled from it until I was looking at him.

“You are so pretty!” he said. “Arghhh!”

He pushed himself inside me one last time, pressing his hips against mine and then he stood still inside me. With horror I realized he was cumming. I felt his cum slashing inside me, once and then twice, before he collapsed on top of me, crushing me under his weight.

“Noooo, please no! I don't want to get pregnant!” I said to him as I struggled under his weight.

A moment later he got up and I felt his cock leaving my pussy. For a moment I felt hollow and then pain flooded my mind. I felt disgusted and humiliated as his cum dribbled from my battered pussy and onto the bed. Above me he was looking into my eyes, his face blank as he breathed deeply.

Then I noticed his cock, already soft but dripping with in my blood. I screamed loudly, fearing I was going to bleed to death. I tried to get up to see my pussy, but the ropes were too short even for that.

“Please, help me” I am bleeding! I don't want to die! Please!” I begged him hysterically as I struggled.

He sat on the bed, and like before he started caressing my head as I cried. I recoiled from his touch, but he looked more happy than preoccupied.

“That's nothing, Lizzy. It just mean you are not a virgin anymore!” he said laughing.

Then he got up and after dressing he left, leaving me tied to the bed. Humiliated and afraid, I collapsed on the beg, too tired to keep fighting. I cried desperately, until my face became a mess. The pain in my pussy slowly weakened until I was left with a dull throb but it was soon replaced by my arms, which started cramping.

I tried to stay awake, but I was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and soon my eyes felt heavy. I fell asleep while I cried, hoping that I would wake up in my bed and that this would all be a nightmare.

Then I woke up with a jump, still tied to the bed. The same man that had raped me before was standing next to me, but he wasn't alone. By the door I saw another man, drinking from a big beer bottle. I tried to pull away from him, but it was useless.

“Remember what I said.” the first man said to the new one.” Fuck her cunt and leave her ass alone, and for god's sake, don't use her mouth unless you want to end up in the hospital!”

He nodded with a smile, and then drank from the bottle, leaving it on the floor by the bed as the first man left us alone.

Like the man before him, he undressed and climbed on top of me before he raped me. I pleaded and screamed, then cried and begged for him to stop until my throat was raw, but he didn't care. I could only endure until he finished as I felt his breath on my face. In the end, he came inside me, filling me with his seed despite my pleading. Once he was done he laid on the bed next to me, until I was sticky with his sweat.

By the time he left I was crying hysterically, feeling my pussy burning from their cum. I prayed to for someone to come and save me, but men kept coming into the room to rape me, one after the other, until I lost count. After a while I became dehydrated, my mouth became dry and every muscle in my body screamed in agony as they defiled my body. Some laughed while they did it, others remained silent, and a few even told me how much they loved me. But all fucked my pussy, and every single one of them came inside me.

I couldn't tell how long that lasted, but shortly after I stopped struggling, Maria came back into the room. I watched her with horror, knowing she had drugged me, that everything had been a lie, but I was already defeated.

She was dressed in jeans and a white tshirt, and in her hand she had a water bottle, so cold it was covered in condensation. Like the men before her, she sat on the bed, caressing my head while I cried.

“Lizzy, you poor girl.” she said softly.

I wanted to scream at her, to trash and kick but I stood still, feeling as my skin crawled under her touch.

“This is your life now. And the sooner you understand that, the sooner you accept it, the easier this will be. And it won't be forever either. In a few month you will be free to go, but for now, you have to know that the more you fight, the harder this will be. Is that clear?” she asked me.

I felt my lips trembling and I had to close my eyes, as I couldn't stand to watch her, but despite everything I nodded, knowing that I had no choice.

“Smart girl. I knew you would understand.” she said sweetly.

Lifting my head, she placed the bottle on my lips and I drank thirstily, feeling the cold water as it traveled down my abused throat. Once it was empty she laid me down on the bed again.

“I am going to untie you now, but you have to promise me you won't try anything stupid. If you do, it will only get worse.”

After I nodded again, feeling disgusted with myself, she untied my legs and finally my arms. I gasped in pain as I curled up into a ball, as my arms and legs were still stiff from the strain. Maria remained still while I did, caressing my head as I slowly fell asleep.

“Remember what I said, you can sleep now, but tomorrow when the next man comes, you do as you are told�” she said to me just before I knew no more.

The next morning I woke up, alone for the first time, though I was too scared to leave the bed. The dull throb on my pussy was still there, but despite being afraid I had to look. I sat on the bed and then opened my legs, looking at my pussy. I gasped when I saw it, swollen from all the abuse and covered in dried semen. Slowly I took my hand between my lips, but there wasn't any more blood, and I felt relieved.

Fearing someone would come in at any time, I stayed on the bed, curled up into a ball, hoping for a miracle, but after a while the door opened again and the first man that raped me came in.

He closed the door behind him and then walked towards me. Without a word he started undressing, and when he was naked he stood by the bed, watching me silently. I was terrified, even more than before, and I felt my body trembling under his gaze.

But I knew what he wanted. Closing my eyes, I rolled onto my back, and then opened my legs. I heard him breathing above me and then he grabbed my ankles, pulling my legs up until my knees were resting on my chest. Then he climbed on the bed, and like before he started fucking me. I felt his cock pushing its way inside me and my skin crawled in revulsion, but the worst came a moment later when I heard him laughing.

He pulled out, only for a moment, showing me his cock, wet from my juices. I felt betrayed by my own body as my pussy got wet for him, though I still felt no pleasure. Still, it was all he needed, as he went back inside me. He fucked me for a while, taking his time as I pulled from the sheets.

“Please, don’t cum inside me. I beg you.” I said weakly, knowing he wouldn't listen.

But a moment later he stopped and I opened my eyes, surprised. He released my ankles and then laid me on the bed. He climbed on top of me, his legs pinning my arms to the bed as he pumped his cock. I could smell myself on it, a musky and rancid aroma, but he didn't seem to mind.

Entranced, I watched as he pumped faster and faster. Then with a scream he came on my face. A thick stream of it landed on my cheeks and my nose. It seemed to burn my skin and another soon followed it, landing over my pursed lips. Disgusted, I screamed with my mouth closed while he laughed.

“You will get used to it, don't you worry.” he said as he climbed down, and after getting dressed he left me.

I rose from the bed quickly, pulling the sheets from the mattress and using them to wipe my face, thought they were far from clean. When I knew I couldn’t clean myself any better I threw them on the floor, and fell into the dirty mattress, sobbing in shame.

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Grabbing one of my arms, he knocked the door, and a moment later Maria came in. She was dressed in the same jeans and white tshirt she always wore, thought for the first time since I knew her, she looked afraid.

“I will be taking this one.” he said to her, pulling from my arm.

“Of course, let me call Thomas and he will escort you down.” she told him, and with that she left me.

I wanted to ask them what was happening, but after all I had been through I knew that it was better to remain quiet.

Thomas came in a minute later, the man who had raped me that first time so long ago. He had a filthy summer dress in one hand, which he gave me. I put it on quickly as both men watched me and then together they dragged me out. The other girls were gone and we were alone as we made our way along the hallways and down a flight of stairs.

Then I saw a door, and outside a street, full of people. Pulling from my hand, Thomas stopped me, and with his other hand he made me look at him.

“You do anything stupid, like screaming for help, and I will make you regret the day you were born.” he said.

Terrified I nodded, and after a moment he led me outside. We came out through a small door, next to a coffee shop called ‘The Black Cat’ on one side, and an old theater on the other. The sky was wet and cloudy and I could feel the dress sticking to my skin.

Around us people walked by, and for a moment I hoped that someone would recognize me. Surely they were looking for me, right? But nobody paid us any attention, and I was almost invisible to them, just another girl, nothing to see. Nobody cared about me.

Together they led me to a black SUV with tinted windows that was parked near us, and once there Thomas pushed me inside. The man climbed behind me as I tried to sit, and then the door closed and the locks activated. In the driver's seat there was another man, watching me on the rear view mirror, and I shrank back into the seat in fear.

“Give me your hands.” said the one next to me, grabbing my wrists.

He closed a steel handcuff like the one the cops used on one and then passes the free end through the handle on top of the door, before closing the other on my free wrist.

After that he sat back and the SUV started moving. We soon got on a highway and left the city behind until they took one of the exits that led into a rural road. They drove a while more, following it which then turned into a dirt road, and finally we stopped.

In front of us there was a big gate, and another man walked out to open it for us. From there it was only a couple of hundred meters and we stopped in front of a big white house. Then he uncuffed me and then led me outside.

I stood amazed as I tried to count the windows in the house. On one side there were a couple of SUV, just like the one they had brought me in, and on the other I could see a big pool.

The man holding me pushed me forwards, but my high heels slid on the gravel and I fell on the floor. Once I was up, he pushed me again, but this time I managed to stay on my feet.

Inside, I saw another woman, dressed in a dark grey skirt suit. She had her hair tied up into a ponytail behind her hair and she was looking at us anxiously, as her fingers drummed on the clipboard she had under her arm.

“You are late!” she said to the man, who only laughed.

“Yeah, traffic was a real bitch. Maybe next time I will pick you and save me the trouble.” he answered.

“Fuck you!” she said to him grabbing my hand. But despite her bravado, she looked scared.

Without saying anything to me, she led me away and into a big bathroom. After closing the door she told me to undress and I looked at her as I hesitated.

“I don't have time to lose, so get that off. All of it!” she said, as she took some makeup from a drawer.

Defeated, I took off the dress and my shoes, feeling the cold tiles under my bare feet. Finally, I slipped of my panties and stood naked next to her. Then she started putting the make up on me, doing my eyes and my lips. I tried to calm myself, thinking that they were just going to fuck me, but I wasn't so sure.

“Please. You have to help me, they kidnapped me!” I finally blurted at her.

She stopped for a moment, looking at me with shame, but after a moment she returned to her work.

“Look, I can't help you. Just do as they tell you and then it will be over.” she said, but she sounded unsure of herself.

“Men are all the same, they just want to fuck you. If you let them, then they will leave you alone.” she said to herself, and I wondered if she had been raped like me.

A moment later she was done, and I looked at myself in the mirror. She had done my lips in cherry red and my eyes were dark and attractive. If not for the situation I would have thought it was pretty. Then she started combing my hair into two small ponytails on the sides of my head.

Finally she opened a bag and gave me a white shirt and a small plaid skirt. They were way too small for me, as the skirt didn't even cover my ass, let alone my pussy, but she insisted. Looking at my reflection on the mirror I saw that I was the fantasy school girl, and I felt my stomach twisting inside me as I imagined what would come next.

“We can't waste any more time. Come with me.” the girl told me as she grabbed my hand.

Like before, she led me away, climbing one stair and then following a long hallway until we got to a big wooden door that was slightly open. After knocking once, she took us in without waiting for an answer.

The room was huge and opulent, with wood paneled walls and huge windows that looked over the pool. On the opposite side there was a big canopy bed, and on it a naked old man, maybe in his sixties. He was incredibly fat and he was masturbating as the girl led me towards him.

I felt my skin crawling with revulsion the closer I got, and I saw her doing the same. He leered at us, as he would a piece of meat and then he stood, still stroking his cock.

“The girl you requested, sir.” she said stiffly.

He grunted in acknowledgement, as I stood still. He walked towards me until I could feel his heat coming of, like an oven on high heat.

“Is everything to your liking, sir?” the girl asked, sounding afraid.

“Yes Emily, she will do just fine. You can go now, just make sure that no one bothers me.” he said to her.

She turned around quickly, wasting no time as she walked briskly outside the room, and the door closed loudly behind her, making me jump. The man kept his eyes on me, smiling as he played with himself. Once she was gone, he started walking around me in a circle. A shiver ran down my spine as he asked me my name and my age.

“Lizzy, sir. I am 15.” I said to him, my voice trembling.

“Only 15? I bet you are a real slut!” he said as he stopped in front of me. “You have a pretty face, though.”

Then he told me to take of the shirt, and I slipped it off, feeling even more vulnerable that before as he leered at my breasts. Dropping it to the floor, I walked a little closer to him, and then grabbed his cock, thinking that the sooner I made him cum the faster it would all be over. He was feverishly hot under my hand, and for a moment I almost released him.

“Ahhhh, yes.” he said, closing his eyes.

I started pumping his cock, surprised at how big it was, but he walked back slapping my hand away. He sat on the bed again, spreading his legs and pointing at the floor in front of him. Knowing what he wanted I fell on my knees and crawled to him, kneeling between his thighs.

Grabbing his cock again, I peeled the head back and took him into my mouth. The moment it touched my tongue I recoiled in disgust, but the foul taste remained in my mouth. Then he looked at me, arching an eyebrow, and I swallowed him again, fighting the urge to gag.

Despite the taste, I started blowing him as best as I could, taking him into my mouth until he entered my throat. It was painful and humiliating, but soon I was able to get him fully into my mouth as I sucked him.

With one hand I started playing with his balls, feeling the warm skin on my fingers, and my other hand went lower, between his asscheeks. I felt even more disgusted as slid a finger between them, feeling the sweat pooling on the folds, but I dug deeper until I found his asshole.

Knowing it drove men crazy, I started pressing my finger against it, using my fingernail softly on his sphincter until he was breathing heavily. Hopeful that it would be over quickly, I picked up my pace but he had other plans.

Before I could make him cum, he pushed me away, and I fell on my ass as he rose from the bed looking agitated.

“Get on all fours!” he screamed at me, making me jump.

I quickly turned around, getting on my hands and knees, while I lifted my ass up. The floor shook as he kneeled behind me, and a moment later I felt his face against my pussy. He pushed himself against me, shoving his tongue inside my pussy as he lapped my juices like a thirsty dog. I started squirming as I felt his beard, dragging over my flesh and then he started biting my lips.

A moment later he stopped only to spit on my pussy and then I felt him rubbing his cock on it. When he was wet, he pushed himself inside my pussy, filling me completely, though after what I had been through, I had no trouble taking him in. Still, he was being too rough, and I took one of my hands to my clit, rubbing it slightly. It was humiliating to be touching myself as he raped me, but that little pleasure made the pain a little more bearable.

“Who told said you could touch yourself, whore?” he said when he found out. “Give me your hands!”.

With my face burning, I pulled my arms behind my back, resting my weight on my face and my breasts. He pulled hard from my wrists, forcing my shoulders back and using them to push himself harder into me. Soon the carpet started rubbing on my nipples until they screamed in agony, but instead of stopping he started moving faster and faster, screaming wildly and calling me a whore and a slut.

It wasn't long before my legs grew tired and he started laying his weight on me, crushing me against the floor. His big fat belly rested on my back, hot and wet, and I felt his sweat sliding down my own body.

Then he stopped, pulling himself out of my pussy and leaving me on the floor, feeling sore and tired. When he returned a moment later, he had a pair of handcuffs in his hand, which he used to lock my arms to the foot of the bed. But he tightened them too far, and almost immediately my hands started going numb.

I pleaded for him to open them up a little, but he ignored me. Instead he rolled me over, leaving me facing towards the floor and he climbed on top of me again. Laying down, he pressed his cock between my asscheeks, rubbing himself against it as I struggled.

“No! Please, not my ass! Don't fuck my ass!” I begged him, praying he would spare the only hole in my body they haven't defiled yet.

But I should have known it would be useless. I sobbed hysterically, while I felt him moving his hips as he searched my virgin asshole with his cock, and soon I felt him pushing against it. I tensed my body, hoping I would be able to stop him, but he was just too heavy for me.

Then he grabbed his cock with one hand and started pushing against it. At first there was only pressure, but soon my sphincter was overpowered and it stretched to accommodate him. The head of his cock slid slowly inside me as I screamed loudly, but the pain was nothing compared to the agony that would come later. Just when the pain started to lessen slightly, I felt something give inside me and a sharp pain shot through my body. I gasped, and unable to breathe I remained still as he moved himself deeper inside me.

Then his hips bumped against my ass and I could breathe again. I started wailing like a banshee as my body spasmed in agony, but he seemed to be enjoying it. He started fucking my ass despite my cries, crushing my hips against the floor, though mercifully this time the torture lasted less than before.

A minute after he started, he pulled out, I had the feeling of my rectum coming out with it. Moving swiftly, he kneeled next to me and then grabbed my hair, pulling me up and twisting my hair towards his cock.

When I breathed again, I smelled my own shit on his cock, and I started retching as my stomach revolted inside me, but he just laughed as he masturbated on my face until finally he came. He covered my face with his seed, coating my cheeks and my nose before dropping me to the floor like an used tissue.

“Ahhhhh!” he said smiling as he stood above me, the floor creaking under his immense weight.

I laid on the floor, trembling from the pain as his cum dried on my face. Without another word, he went to the bed, turned off the lights from the nightstand and then he fell asleep. A minute later I could hear him snoring.

Despite everything that I had suffered and despite the pain, I fell asleep sometime during the night. It was a dreamless sleep, for which I was grateful, though a real nightmare waited me the next morning.

When I woke up, I felt something warm dripping on my face, and I opened my eyes groggily trying to find out what it was. Then I saw him standing above me, his cock in one hand as he peed on my head. Horrified, I tried to move away but I was still bound to the bed. Turning my head away from the stream, I closed my mouth, hoping that it wouldn't get inside it.

“Open up, bitch!” he screamed.

I knew I should obey, but I was paralyzed in place as I felt his piss running down my neck and my back.

“Open your fucking mouth, you slut!” he screamed even louder, but I remained still until he finished.

Without warning he kicked me in the stomach with enough force to lift me from the floor. I curled into a ball, trying to breathe again, but the pain was too strong. I was left gasping for air as he left the room, leaving me on the floor.

When I could breathe again I started pulling from the cuffs, desperate to escape, but the bed was too heavy for me to move, let alone to lift and I only managed to cut myself on the steel edges of the handcuffs. Depressed, I laid on the floor and fell asleep again, this time smelling of piss.

The next time I woke up, he was standing next to me, dressed in a suit and looking much calmer than before. Knowing that he could explode at anytime, and afraid at what he might do to me, I stood still on the floor, looking at his shoes.

“You look thirsty.” he said as I liked my lips.

“Let's make a deal. I will get you something to drink, and you give me a nice, wet blowjob. How is that?” he said, and I nodded in desperation.

Using his foot, he rolled me over until I was laying on my back and then he sat on my chest, crushing my ribs under his bulk. Then he took his cock out waving it in front of my lips, and I was forced to bent my neck towards him, swallowing as much of it as I could. Unlike before I couldn't use my hands and the position left me little freedom to move, but even then he lasted only a few minutes before he came in my mouth, coating it in his seed.

Once he was done, he stood up, leaving my mouth feeling even drier than before. A moment later he returned, holding a leather collar with a small plastic box on it. Pulling my head up, he closed the collar around my neck, tightening until it was pressing lightly on my throat, and I could feel two metal points that stabbed my skin under the box.

“Don't try anything stupid, okay?” he said as he freed my hands.

I cried in joy as I felt blood rushing back into them, but the freedom was short lived. He twisted both my arms behind my back and then he grabbed a thick black zip tie which he closed over my wrists again. Like before, he pulled tightly until the ratchet wouldn't go any further, and then he took another and repeated the same process with my elbows, pulling from them until they were touching.

The zip ties were even sharpen on the edges than the handcuffs and the moment he closed them I could feel them cutting my skin. After checking them once more time, he finally stood up, towering above me.

“Follow me, bitch, and don't you dare to try walking. Bitches crawl!” he said as he turned towards the bathroom.

Feeling degraded, I crawled on my knees behind him, trying to keep my balance for as long as possible. In the end I managed to make it to the bathroom without falling. Then I saw him smiling, as he pointed towards the toilet.

“Please, no, don't make me do it! Pleaseeee!” I begged weakly.

“It's this or you wait until tomorrow. You have one minute.” he told me, as he checked his watch.

I must have been more desperate than what I thought, as I crawled towards the toilet as fast as I could. Without my hands it wouldn't be easy to lean into it, but I pressed my chest against the cold porcelain and then lowered my head into the bowl.

It was mercifully clean, thought it was still humiliating to be forced like this. Since my head wouldn't fit all the way down, I used my tongue to lap the water like a dog. I pushed as hard as I could until I managed to get to the water, and then everything was forgotten. I felt the cool liquid over it, and then I sucked it in, just a little, into my throat and it felt glorious.

Without caring for anything, I started lapping the stagnant water as if it was the purest in the world, savoring every drop until my neck and my back ached from the effort, and still I kept going, fearing it would be my last chance. It wasn't enough to wash the taste of his cum and his piss from my mouth, but it still tasted absolutely amazing.

Then out of nothing I heard the collar beep once, and an electric shock stabbed my neck, just under it. My body spasmed under the assault, pulling itself straight quickly and bumping my head on the toilet. I fell to the floor, and then started flopping like a fish out of the water as the electricity kept running through me. I couldn't even breath while it lasted, and once it was over I collapsed into the floor, completely exhausted.

“Time's up!” he said mockingly next to me.

I started crying as I felt the pain slowly fading from my neck, and for a moment I was about to beg him for a little more time, even if it meant more pain in the end but I didn't have the courage to face that again. Like before, he told me to follow him and he went back to the bedroom. He undressed as I waited obediently next to the bed, and once he was naked he grabbed me and pulled me on top of it. Then he rolled me over until I was facing up, and my whole weight rested on my bound arms.

“You did good, I think you earned this!” he said as he grabbed my ankles and pulled them towards my chest.

I felt his cock entering my pussy again, but I was still sore from yesterday. I started moaning in pain as he fucked me.

“What a slut! You are enjoying it!” he said above me.

I was too humiliated to answer him, so I closed my eyes as I prayed that it would be over soon and that this time he wouldn't use my ass again. I trembled just by thinking about what he had done to me before.

Then I heard him grunting and he pushed himself fully into me, slamming his hips against my ass before he came once more, coating my pussy with his seed. I was speechless as I felt the foul liquid dripping out of my pussy and I prayed he wouldn't get me pregnant. I shiver ran down my spine as I imagined myself carrying his baby inside me.

Like before, once he had used me, he turned around and went to sleep, leaving me trembling in fear and disgust. For a moment I thought about escaping, but then I remembered the collar and the other men I had seen around the house and I knew I wouldn't make it.

Sobbing, I turned around, moving as far away from him as I could and then fell asleep, dreaming of my mom and my previous life.

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The abuse continued for a long time after that, and soon I was convinced that I wouldn't me leaving that place ever again.

In the morning he would wake up and I would blow him, or if he was in the mood he would pee on my mouth first, and then force me to blow him. Then he would leave me alone for the day, only to return in the night when he would fuck my pussy or my ass.

He started bringing me a bowl of food every other night, placing it by the foot of the bed for me to eat out of it. I never knew what was in it, but I was pretty sure it was just canned dog food. Still, I craved those days as I was always starving. True to his word, he only let me drink his piss or the water from the toilet, until I got used to it.

Even then it wasn't enough, and I was always hungry, and always thirsty. If he wanted me to do something, he only had to tell me he would to stop feeding me and I would accept, no matter how degrading or painful it would be.

As sick as it sounds, I accepted my fate. I was miserable as he abused me every day, but I didn't fight him anymore. He had crushed my spirit. Having sex with him was always humiliating, and every time he came inside me I felt my skin crawling, but being hungry or thirsty was much worse to me, and I did everything I could to make him happy.

As then as he liked to remind me, I became his obedient little bitch.

But as time passed, and he grew bored with me. He became even more violent and rough. One night he started pulling my nipples so hard my vision turned white and another he choked me until I lost consciousness.

Still the worst was yet to come. Just before leaving me one morning he started fucking me but he grew frustrated over something I couldn't understand. With a scream he left me on the bed, telling me to get on all fours.

I rolled over, pressing my head against the bed as I still had my arms zip tied behind me. After so long my back and my shoulder seemed to have locked into that position and I feared I wouldn't be able to move them, even if he ever took them off.

Then he returned he had a big brass candlestick in his hand. After knocking the candle off, he climbed on the bed behind me and grabbed my hips. I knew what he wanted to do, and the thought filled me with terror as I watched the cast brass rod in his hand. There was no way that would fit inside me, and even if it did it would tear me up so bad I would bleed to death.

I started trashing in panic as I pleaded for mercy, but he didn't care. Like before I felt the collar coming alive and I tensed my body to resist the shock, but it was useless. Electricity traveled through my body, lighting every single nerve I had until I felt I was burning alive, and then it disappeared, leaving me gasping on the bed, too exhausted to fight anymore.

Free to work, I felt him pushing the cold metal inside me, spreading my pussy open. The sharp edges cut me up as soon as they touched me and I was left wailing in agony as he struggled behind me.

Despite my screams, he was laughing as he shoved the candlestick inside me. I felt the little leaves, cast into the metal, acting like hooks as they dragged over the sensitive walls of my pussy, tearing them open like tissue paper until I was bleeding all over. I was in agony, unable to move as I tensed my body to resist the pain, until even breathing became impossible.

Then I realized that it had stopped moving, and a moment later I felt him slapping my ass. He said something that I didn't understand, and the world around me became muffled and distant. I closed my eyes, hearing my own breathing, short and shallow. I tried moving, but even the slightest attempt made me cry in pain, so I remained still.

After I blinked, I saw my own reflection on a mirror by the wall. I was still laying on my knees and my face, my ass high in the air, and the candles stick sticking out from me. Only a couple of inches were out of my body, and the rest, maybe 12 inches, were inside me.

I wept hysterically, as I felt myself bleeding, fearing I would die just like that. I thought of that day, when I met Maria, how happy I was, and then how the rapes had began. Thomas had been the first, but after that I lost count of all the men that had abused my body and my mind, fucking me and calling me names, telling me how much I enjoyed it as I cried in pain.

Time became hard to measure, but at some point Emily came into the room. It wasn't strange for her to come in to pick something up for him. At the beginning I had begged for her to help me, but she always ignored me, though sometimes she had looked into my eyes, terrified as she saw my body covered in bruises.� But after a while I stopped asking her, knowing that it was useless. She would come in, and I would follow her movements from the bed while she acted as if I wasn't there.

But today it would be different. I heard the door opening and her high heels dragging on the carpet as I struggled to breathe, and then she screamed when she saw me. She came running to my side, kneeling on the floor as she looked at my dying body. She looked terrified as she covered her mouth with one hand, and then started crying.

“I am so sorry!” she said over and over again.

Then she got up, climbing on the bed behind me and I felt her grabbing the candlestick, I gasped in pain just by her touching it, but I panicked a moment later when she told me she had to pull it off. I wanted to tell her no to do it, as I knew I wouldn't be able to stand the pain, but I didn't have the strength. Instead I closed my eyes, and gritted my teeth, readying for the agony I knew awaited me.

I knew she was trying to be as gentle as possible, but that only made it last a lot longer. My throat was to raw for me to scream, so I only managed a deep guttural sound. My vision turned white from the pain and I clamped my jaw so hard I thought my teeth would shatter, until it was finally out.

I collapsed on the bed, feeling even worse than before as she stood next to me, the candlestick in her hands. It was covered in blood and I could see little pieces of flesh, my flesh, sticking to it. Then I saw Emily's face, looking blankly in front of her, her eyes unfocused.

A moment later she dropped the candlestick to the floor and ran away.

I must have passed out, because I woke up with him sitting next to me. He was caressing my head so softly that for a moment I thought he was my mom and that everything had been a nightmare, but then I tried to move and my pussy screamed in agony.

“Shhhh.” he said softly. “Don’t move, it's over. We are going to take you to the hospital.”

I knew I shouldn't believe him, but if I didn't it would mean to accept I was going to die, and the idea terrified me.

“Thank you.” I said to him, my voice weak and raspy.

Then he rolled me over and he zip tied my legs together, just like my arms. Once it was done, he lifted me over his shoulder and I was left hanging down, my face against his back. Just before he took me out of the room, I saw the bed, flooded with blood. My blood, I realized, so much of it that I should have know it was too late.

He took me outside, and I felt the cool night air over my body before he lowered me into the back of another black SUV. They drove me around for a few moments, and then the SUV stopped, and I heard the door opening. A moment later they opened the trunk, and someone shone a flashlight inside, blinding me.

“You won't be needing this anymore, little bird.” one of the man said. His voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't see his face.

Then he opened the collar and slipped it off my neck. It felt wonderful to breathe without the electrodes poking me, and I thanked him as he dragged me out of the trunk. Like before, someone lifted me up and carried me on his shoulders as we walked.

The cool air felt strange over my skin, and I realized I was feverish. I started trembling as they took me along a dark forest, their flashlights pointing ahead until we stopped and they lowered me to the floor. They held me up as I tried to remain standing, but I was too weak.

I blinked, trying to clear my vision as I stood in front of him. I saw his shirt red with my blood and I was afraid he would punish me for ruining it, but he didn't seem to notice it.

“Are you okay?” one of them asked me, and I nodded despite my condition. I just wanted this to be over so I could go back to my mom.

I felt his hands turning me around, and then he held me there. In front of me I saw a big pit on the ground. In the dim light of the flashlight, it looked like an open mouth, ready to swallow me whole. I looked at it confused, as I tried to think, but my brain was to muddled.

“What�?” I started asking before I felt another zip tie around my neck.

They pulled it close quickly, crushing my throat until I couldn't breathe anymore and then they pulled a bit more. I heard the ratchet clicking away as the pressure around my neck increased and the plastic dug deeply into my flesh. I tried screaming but it was impossible, and the only thing I managed was a dry croak.

Then I was falling through the air, as he pushed me into the pit. I managed to turn a little, and instead of landing on my face I fell on my shoulder, though I still hit the ground with my head as it whipped violently from the impact.

Desperate, I started thrashing around, pulling from the zip ties on my arms as I tried to free myself, but I was too weak and the plastic was too strong. The only thing I managed was to cut myself even more, as I flopped pathetically on the ground.

I looked wildly around, but I couldn't see anything. Then I heard them laughing above me and something heavy fell on my chest. I looked up just in time to see a shovel full of earth falling over me.

Then another followed and they quickly covered my body with it, burying me as I struggled to breathe. They quickly covered me with the damp earth, until the weight of it pinned me down and I couldn't move anymore. It was damp and cold as it crushed me. Then one of them kneeled next to me and I looked at him, pleading him silently but I knew it was over.

He grabbed a fistful of earth and dropped it into my open mouth. I had no air to cough it out, and I was too weak to shake it loose. Refusing to believe what was happening, I watched into his cold and uncaring eyes as he laughed.

When I finally closed my eyes, someone shoveled more earth into my face, burying me alive. I couldn't see or breath, and the only thing I could feel was the pain in my destroyed pussy and the damp earth, embracing my body as they kept covering me.

I suffocated slowly, thinking of my mom as my brain became slower and my lungs screamed for air. My tears were absorbed into the earth, along with my blood, and then my heart simply stopped inside my chest.

I was conscious for a few moments after that, tasting the earth inside my mouth, until finally the pain disappeared and death took me away.

 

 

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